Music Room Three
"You want to be a host?!" Tamaki exclaimed. The "king" of the Host Club. He and his friends impress girls who have nothing better to do. "No girl has ever joined the Host Club!" Tamaki argued. "Really," I said, "Because I'm sure-" Tamaki opened his mouth, but stopped because Haruhi gave him a look. "I don't see why not," Kyoya replied, "She could be a hostess, it would bring more variability to the club, and possibly more profits." "Plus she looks like fun." Hikaru said, "She could be fun." Kaoru said. "Do you like cake?" Honey asked. He was so cute! He looked like a little kid. I couldn't dare say no, it could break his little heart "Yes! I love cake!" "YAY" He said. "What's your name?" Tamaki said. Before I could answer Kyoya did it for me. "Mizota, Rena, Year 1, Class C. Daughter of Hisao Mizota and Eirini Mizota, her father owns the Ukie Corporation and her mother owns Omorfi, a fashion line." "He just asked for my name, not my life story." I said irritated. "If you've got plenty of money," Kaoru said, "Why are you wearing ripped jeans?!" Hikaru finished. "Have you seen the uniforms?! And I'm not the only one who doesn't like 'em." I said hinting at Haruhi. Everyone thought they knew that Haruhi was a boy. I could see through her disguise, all of the girls here are airheads and hopeless romantics. Not me. I don't know what I was hoping to get from coming here, but hopefully I was about to find out. "Fine." Tamaki said, "But you have to cosplay, like a girl in the uniforms we give you." "Ok" I replied, what's the worst that could happen.